A Battle against the Vandenreich's Best

Why were people so half-brained?

It was a question that Henrex had randomly asked himself upon hearing the news that there was an invasion in Antarctica. The Quincy owned that territory. Not even that, but they and the Shinigami had recently made peace with one another, leaving them as potential allies. So, it would be somewhat of a half-brained scheme to attack them with the force that Henrex had heard about. So, breathing a deep sigh, he stepped through the crimson portal that was the Kage Chōkyō-shi.

As he stepped through the endless blood-like area that surrounded him, the male's hands would pull out his version of the Container from the Cybermind, and tapping it repeatedly. The quiet beeping sounds of the Container rung out like gong hits in the silence of the world in between worlds. The first thing that would come out would be a large winter jacket, along with a cream-colored scarf. Sliding on the jacket and the scarf, he pulled the item over his mouth and nose, before going back to tapping on the screen.

If there were multiple high powered beings, he would need to be prepared. And he did so by equipping various items that he possessed from both the Cybermind, crafted himself, or even through other sources. Both the ninja, and the samurai were never without a weapon. Well, unless they were suspended from school from accidentally cutting off a support beam to the dojo with a katana. Chuckling softly to himself at the unfortunate event that had occurred in the past, he continued onward.

As his eyes were greeted with the shining white of the sun's reflection of the snow, his gaze naturally faltered, before his eyes were able to adjust to the situation that the had found himself in. It had seemed that there were already people on it. Mirja, and some red-haired stranger he didn't know. Something felt familiar about him, however. So, with a quick access of The GRID's registration system, he was easily able to find the name of the man that stood in the midst of Antarctica. Damien Crow.

Turning his gaze from his allies, to his enemies, Henrex was quickly hit with a wave of spiritual pressure, which was coming from the female who was screaming at the top of her lungs about revenge on something. Another one consumed by the everlasting hunger of revenge. It was a sad case. All revenge did was eat away at you until there was nothing left. His gaze flickered over the others that were along for the ride with them. Tilting his head to the side, his eyes soon settled on the strange demonic being that was laying on the ground, looking as if he was in pain simply by moving.

Taking a glimpse over to Damien, then back to the demon, a small smile broke out underneath the scarf that he wore. They were weak enough to be held down by the spiritual pressure of Damien? How interesting. Was this their commander? How very...

Huh.

There was something he hadn't had in a while. Losing his train of thought. He couldn't think of the words that he could use to describe that strange demon. But, either way, Henrex was not there to analyze the... "army". He was there to fight them. Wringing his wrists out, before once again allowing his eyes to drift away from the immobile demon, before setting his eyes on the Arrancar of the group. Tilting his head to the side once again, before bringing his hands out of his pockets, a single pale hand extended from his side, before his index finger protruded outwards towards Kairaa.

"I'll take...you."

In that instant, Henrex was gone. Reappearing moments later, directly in front of her, his hand shot out, grabbing the girl by the throat, before zipping off, with the Arrancar in tow. Running off at 400 MPH, mixing in Flash Step with this massive burst of movement, Henrex would fling the Arrancar away from him, creating around five feet of free space between the two. Turning his neck to the side once again, and hearing loud cracks coming from it, Henrex's hands slowly retreated from his pockets, before dangling at his sides.

So, with a deep sigh, he would speak to the Arrancar woman.

"Alright. This is going to be a one-on-one fight. No help from your friends, and no running away. You chose to come here, and now you're going to face the punishment. To add to that..."

As his voice trailed off, Henrex's dual energies of both Shinigami and Demon spread outwards, mixing in his natural Akuma Kyodo ability with a decent portion of his energy to create an extremely powerful barrier that would require a Master level of Strength in order to break it. So, with that set, Henrex's hands would raise to his shoulders, before flicking outwards, sending an extremely large amount of projectile weapons towards the woman. If she were to be struck by any of these, she would find herself undergoing quite the number of effects.

From paralysis, poisoning, turning their body into sludge, setting their body ablaze, to even freezing their body entirely, these needles would be very difficult to dodge due to the sheer number of them. At least two-hundred and fifty were zooming towards Kairaa. But, Henrex would be gone before the storm of steel was clear. With a burst of movement, Henrex would be three feet behind the woman, before flicking his arms outward over and over, sending hundreds of shuriken towards her. While these would seem harmless, these were specifically modified to fit the modern day. With the ability to cut through some of the lower levels of Akuma Kyodo and Hierro, these throwing weapons were anything but harmless.

After this, Henrex would then reveal a beautiful blue gem, glimmering as the sun's rays reflected off of it's crystal clear surface, but also bursting with power. The Nemesis Rune, as it was called, was incredibly potent in this area. Through manipulation the moisture in the area, which happened to be the snowflakes that were falling to the kiss the milky ground. Their moisture would be what fueled the Nemesis Rune's power. With the flakes soon changing and morphing into thousands of icicles, they too would join in the attack that was being placed.

And finally, it would come down to the close combat that Henrex would initiate. After the previous onslaught of attacks, Henrex would leap forward, his hands reaching to behind his back, and grabbing at two things that resided at his waist. Ripping the silver blade of his Zanpakuto from the hilt, and pulling a hidden kunai from his waist, he shot forward at astounding speeds, meeting the Arrancar in melee range damn near instantly.

Hundreds of slashes would be issued from the two weapons that Henrex held. All the while, there would be orbs of pitch black forming around Kairaa, before forming themselves into spikes. As this were to happen, Henrex would break the connection between them, sliding backwards smoothly as the spikes would quickly shoot towards her, aiming to impale whatever was standing in it's way. But, there would be more than meets the eye to what these spikes would do. While they were deadly on their own, there was an even worse after effect that would be in play.

The moment that they touched the ground, the particles inside the energy would destabilize, and detonate mere moments after that. With an extremely large blast radius, as well as there being a lot of them, Kairaa would have little chance of escape. After this, Henrex's body would then lower itself from the guard it had been in. Controlling his exhausted breathing, and forcing himself to appear fine, Henrex would stare the Arrancar directly in the eye. There was most likely a corpse laying in front of him.

Hopefully not, though.

So, Henrex stood there with his hands on his weapons, his eyes narrow, and his mind clear.

They had better get up.